Trigger Warning: Panic Attack.

Evan's POV

"Are - are you sure I have to go back today?" I asked my mom for the fourth time on the drive.

"Evan, you have to go back. You learned all those skills, remember? Plus, Jared's at school!" Mom said with smile.

"Right." I said. Jared was part of the problem. He's really mean to me. Always pointing out my flaws, saying I'm a 'family friend'..

I got so lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed we had arrived at the school. "Bye Evan. I love you!" Mom said and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and got out of the car. I gave her a small wave and started walking up the steps.

I took a deep breath. "Okay Evan, you can do this. It's going to be a good day," I said to myself and walked inside. I walked to my locker, staring at the ground. I looked up to see Jared at my locker.

"Hey Evan. Heard you're back from the Looney bin!" Jared said with a sneer.

I felt my chest start to hurt and it get harder to breathe normally. "How…. What…. Who told you-you that?"

"Evan, don't be stupid. Your mom told my mom to tell me and I told everyone. That shits hilarious." Jared started laughing at me.

My chest got to be too much. I had to get away. I started tearing up and ran down the hallway. In a blur of tears I ran into someone. "Sorry! I'm so so sorry!" I cried out and tried to leave.

"Ev?" A familiar voice called out.

"Connor?"

"What happened?" Connor asked, concern on his face.

"It's…. I'm sorry…. It's a long story…" I felt a tear roll down my cheek and stared at the floor.

"Come with me, okay?" Connor said, grabbing my hand. I nodded and let him lead the way. We ended up outside in front of a black pickup truck.

"Connor? What?" I mumbled, confused. He lifted me into the truck. He got into the passenger door and grabbed a box of tissues. "Thanks, Connor."

"You're welcome, now what happened?"

"It's.. it's… just Jared is so mean…. And and… I really don't like it but…. He's the only friend I've got…. I mean, I mean he-heusedtobebutnotanymore."

Connor sighed. "God, Ev. He doesn't deserve your time. Just, stay with me, okay?" I nodded and Connor hugged me.

"Hey Con?"

"Yeah?"

"When's our date again?" I asked with a smile. Maybe going back wouldn't be so bad.

Authors note:

Hello! This is the sequel to You Will Be Found. I try to make my stories as close to my own experiences with depression/anxiety/etc. When I got out of the hospital, it wasn't rainbows and unicorns, I was still struggling to stay in a good place. But, I'm happy to say I'm in a good place now! I've reached the one year mark of my suicide attempt and one year without self harm! I've even gotten to teach my 2nd period about theraputic painting. If you ever need anyone, I am always here. You can find me on Instagram at alienbabybeauty (used to be a meme account) or theperksofbeingabookwork23. Honestly, things will get better. They won't get better instantly, but if you push yourself and try and want to get better, it can happen. I'm full of knowledge on mental health/hospitals/all that jazz so please ask any questions you have! I reply to every comment. Thank you all so much for all the love and support on the last story and I hope you enjoy this one.

Comments:

From: This was great (Guest)

This was great:This was an amazing story. I like how you based the stories/plotlines on what happened in your expreince there, it made the whole thing seem more realistic. Very excited for the sequel!

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)